Prompt #57 was simply titled "Reminiscent Dawn" but the challenge was to write a micropoem without the term "reminiscent dawn" - Frankly I had to look up "reminiscent" to get a true sense of the definition of the word, because it seemed to me to be more of a "tone" rather than a true phrase. But, armed with the renewed knowledge that reminiscent is that "thing" that makes you remember something, and in this case the thing is the dawn, well, that was when the micropoem came to my head. The streak of purple is, of course, the dawn.
The purple stroke
Above the treeline in the backyard,
And the cooling coffee,
Whispered of her
Breakfasts in bed.
And I was left with this - are the breakfasts in bed what the narrator took to her, or are they what she brought to the narrator? To be honest, I do not know. It could perhaps work either way.
MR
2016-0101
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